Claim Me, Daddy

Make sure it's wet

Daddy has been jerking off to my videos. Oh god, what other romantic way can one tell you they want to f**k you?

And honestly, though my mother tried so hard for me not to see what the world out there looked like, how I was eighteen and didn't have a phone, I knew most about s*x because I always sneaked around her things, her toys. Even now, dead, I had hidden some which I've been using behind Daddy's back.

But well, he had just admitted to having been spying on me, and honestly, I would be so turned on if I heard he had cameras even in my shower where he watched me get naked, and of course, sometimes I m*********d there with the shower water, but well, finally, I was about to taste Daddy's c**k.

“Do you want to suck it?” Daddy asked, and I quickly got on my knees, my mouth watering. I've never sucked a real d**k before; it has been only toys, just the same as I've never been f****d by a real c**k; it was always toys, even from a young age.

At fifteen I was already humping my pillows, and oh God, it was amazing. Then by seventeen I started using her toys; she had a lot, and then at eighteen I've been touching myself the most.

“Oh, Daddy," I cried, the pressure between my thighs high as I felt my c**t twitch uncontrollably; my heart even started beating faster as I was very close to a real d**k, watching it so hard, begging to be sucked. God, it was like calling me to help it, and my mouth was ready, but sucking a toy wasn't the same as sucking a real d**k, so I had no experience.

“Are you shy, buttercup?” He asked, his voice seductive now. I've never heard him speak like that, only with Mom in their bedroom when they had s*x. Oh, I forgot to mention I always used to spy on them, and as weird as this sounded, it always made me touch myself. Their sounds, god, sometimes I used to be jealous of Mom.

“I just… I've never done this before.” I admitted, looking up at him, "But I want to try.” I said quickly, I didn't want him to end up changing his mind, for him to find some beautiful woman to f**k; that would drive me insane, as he was mine now that Mom was not in the way.

"I'll teach you, buttercup.” He said, "Lift your shirt." I did without question. "Touch them.” Again I did it; I held my boobs and ran my hands through them. "Now engage your whole body,” he told me, and I was a little confused.

“How, Daddy?" I asked; he was a professional, and so I knew he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Alright, here, your whole body should be in it. While touching your boobs, let your other body parts do something.” He said that and then pulled the chair and sat down facing me. He was in his trousers, but his c**k was still out; with its huge length, I could still see it from where I was.

“Like this?” I asked, trying to whine my waist.

“The hack is, you should enjoy it; I should see just how much your body is a turn-on. I'm guaranteed that you have a great p***y when it makes you feel good yourself.” He explained, and I nodded. “Now put one finger into your mouth.” I did. “Good girl.”

“Am I turning you on, Daddy?" I asked, my pointing finger in my mouth. He nodded slowly, groaning as his hand now stopped running over his c**k.

“Now make sure it's wet.” He said, and I did. I even pressed it so far into my throat, and I coughed.

“Perfect, now use that finger to make beautiful circles over your tits.” His voice dropped. I did; I made small little circles with my wet finger, and oh God, it felt so good. I've been doing this for all three years of my life, and it has never felt this good.

Well, maybe part of it was because Daddy was watching, but damn, it felt so good. "Ahh," a moan escaped my mouth as I was lost in the moment.

“Oh f**k, yeah!” Daddy groaned. “Now come to me.” He ordered, and I did. I crawled, and he seemed satisfied with it as he nodded his head when I reached him. He lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, and then asked me to take his c**k into my mouth. “Daddy wants to f**k that pretty mouth.”

“Yes, Daddy." I didn't hesitate; I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the tip first, tasting a salty liquid which, instead of disgust, made me wetter.

“Oh yes, f**k, I knew I did right keeping you.” He groaned as he held me in place by my hair while I tried my best to take more of it into my mouth, even though I knew not all would go in.